Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

Well, way up on the artic coast

There’s a club that’s just the most

It’s the place where the Russians go when the

Party line’s on hold

The best night club in the U.S.S.R

Music, vodka, caviar

It’s the Cossacks’ local spot when they

Come in from the cold to that

Chorus

Jukebox in Siberia

Poundin’ out hysteria

Get down, get down Vladivostock and

Drop a ruble in the slot of that

Jukebox in Siberia

Jukebox in Siberia

Verse 2

In the land of the midnight sun

Rasputin’s having so much fun

Trotsky, Marx and Lenin too

They’re all drinkin’ at the bar

Kruschev, he’s there lookin’ cool

Michel and Bresnev, shootin’ pool

Ivan’s up from Gorky park to

Hang out with the Czar, at that

Chorus

Bridge

When the needle hits that forty-five

All of Russia starts to jive

When Chuck Berry Rings that bell

You know the revolution’s alive and well

Solo

Verse 3

Well deep beneath the polar ice

The Yankee sailors who dressed up nice

Take the sub up to the top so

They can get on down

Well if you’re CIA of KGB

They might let you in for free

There’s a red star on the door

And you can hear the sounds

Of balalaikas ringing out

The Beatles singing Twist and Shout

I love the west, I love their beer

I’m so glad Glasnost in here at that

Chorus

Outro

Jukebox in Siberia

Yeah that Jukebox

Yeah that Jukebox

Yeah that Jukebox in Siberia that

Jukebox

Yeah that Jukebox in Siberia